"Yohh the wen who h-" She murmurs against a cold hand, eyes locked on the figure staring at her in the corner of the room. Starting to get claustrophobic with the tight grip around her mouth, she licks the man's hand.

"Ew, what the fuck?" He gasps, taking his hand away and rubbing it into his ripped black jeans. Damn, he's a dickhead, but at least he's fashionable, she thinks to herself. He looks at her as if she's just kicked a puppy, and she can't help but feel a little bad.

"Why is Mike from school here?" she questions the mop of blonde hair, who may have been hiding underneath the table.

"Drake, why don't you just gag her. I mean, she just went all cannibal on your hand," suggests a guy sitting on a chair to her right, his voice so raspy, almost as if he's been smoking since the age of two. His hair is black like Drake's, but also sports a moustache and beard that frames his face. Ew, beards.

"Bitch I am not a cannibal! You're a cannibal!," she glares at him, earning a piercing glare that shakes her to her core.

"That's enough, Carter. You know we don't use gags on our... captives..." Drake comments, putting an end to the mayhem. He glares at Stephanie once again, giving her a look full of hatred.

"Everyone out!" He booms suddenly, causing a few of his men to jump. Mike gives her one last guilty look, mouths an 'I'm sorry,' before following the rest of the gang through a door to the right.

Drake pulls a chair from its home at the table, the chair screaming as he drags it to a point in front of her. God, this guy was so intimidating he even made chairs cry, she thought to herself.

When he turns to face her again, his eyes gaze at her forehead. Her head had been throbbing with pain since she woke up, probably causing her to feel more confident then she felt. However, she wanted answers, and she was going to get them, no it's, no but's, not coconuts. Hey, that rhymed!

"Why am I here?," she asks him, receiving a grunt in return. "Jesus, can you not act like such a caveman and answer the goddamn question? You're the one that kidna-"

She did intend on finishing her sentence, but stopped abruptly when she felt a cool metal resting roughly against her forehead, and locked eyes with the trigger of a not-so-friendly gun. Great, she thought to herself. Of course he had a gun.

"Say one more word, I mean it!," he nudged her with the pistol. Her heart dropped in her chest, landing somewhere close to her kneecaps. Slowly, he backed away from her, still pointing the gun at her head in a threatening manner.

"From now on, no talking from you. Your voice is so annoying," he impersonated her. She bit her lip in an attempt to keep her mouth shut, and sent a fiery glare in his direction, which caused her head to throb even more.

"Okay Stephanie," he drags out her name, causing her to grunt. "Yes, I kidnapped you, sorry not sorry. You see..." he leans forward in his chair, and Stephanie can almost feel his warm breath on her face, "You're worth a lot of money," he pauses.

Holy Mary mother of Christ!

She certainly wasn't expecting his response, which caused her to frown.

"But I will kill you without hesitation if you annoy me. And it won't be a nice death either. You are nothing to me, and I don't need you in any way, shape or form. The sooner you're gone, the better," he continued, eyeing her up and down with pure hatred. She felt tears build up in her eyes, but blinked them away. This man was ruthless and fearless. His eyes were so cold, she could freeze cookie dough ice-cream on them.

But there was one thing that puzzled her.

"How am I worth money to you? I'm Stephanie-"

She didn't get to complete her sentence for the second time in the space of minutes. Her ears pulsed from the abrupt noise, and her senses sharpened to locate where the noise had come from. Her head throbbed even more, and her bright blue eyes glossed over with unshed tears.

Her eyes locked on the pistol, which she realised has just been recently fired. Shock ran through her veins, as her brain registered what had just happened.

Fortunately for her, either Drake had poor aim and needed glasses, or he had purposefully missed his target, as she felt no bullet pierce her soft skin.

"What the hell!," she gasped.

"I told you not to speak," he waved the gun around in a threatening manner, smirking to himself.

"And I'm telling you to let me speak before I shove that cactus," she motioned at the ugly dying cactus sitting in the corner, "so far up your ass you'll be spitting pricks for days!" Anger got the best of her, and she was nearly reaching boiling point.

"Your hands are tied-"

"I'll summon the Gods on your sad ass and they'll do it for me! They'll even thank me, Mister Dickhead."

Suddenly, he jumped from his chair, his eyes filled with rage and passion.

"Jesus, for such a small girl, you have such a big mouth," he ran a finger along her pink lips, a dangerous edge to his voice. Stephanie felt something hard at her leg, but decided to ignore it, scratching it off as his wallet. "Someone ought to teach you a lesson," he stared intensely at her young lips, which had caused her to be in this situation.

Her breath caught in her throat. She had never been this close to a boy, let alone a crazy man who had her tied, and just recently, had been pointing a gun to her head.

He tugged at her wet bottom lip with his dry finger, and in the blink of an eye, bit her.

Ooh.....

Damn... That's crazy!

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Later alligators!